I yawned.
I brought my hands up and rubbed my tired eyes with the backs of them.
As my heavy eyes closed deeply and heavily I was transported backwards to a dream I had about seven years ago, I think.
It seemed like seven years ago. I had not thought of it at all since I had originally had the dream, but here I was, rubbing my eyes, and in that third of a second the entire thing came flooding back to me.
I was in a hallway, similar to my Mum’s house, the house where I grew up, but it was at a different angle, a strange orientation.
And then the walls weren’t white anymore, they were red and black, checked. Very small checks.
The carpet, too, changed. It was red and black, checked.
There were stairs, so I ascended.
As I reached the top, the room opened out, not at all in the familiar way at my Mum’s house. In the middle of the room was a chair, a barbers chair. It was a deep brown leather, very well used, and as I ran my hand down it, the leather flaked and miniscule particles drifted through a shaft of light.
I sat in the chair and someone cut my hair. I did not see who it was. I did not look round and there was no mirror in front of me.
The hands were gentle and kind, I felt they were almost afraid of any resistance my head may have given them if they were any more forceful.
When they had finished cutting my hair, I woke up.
I found it utterly bizarre that a dream that I had no conscious recollection of would suddenly pop into my head, fully formed, and for no apparent reason.
Anyone have any ideas of what happened there?
